Tapes For Pleasure

Part 1: A new home

I guess I should start my story when I first moved into that side of the house, before I knew anything of what was about to happen. My alarm went off early that morning even though it was Saturday. "The start of my weekend." Today was moving day and there was a lot of work ahead of us. The earlier we got started, the better. We all agreed to meet up at our new home for 8am to unload the vehicles. My parents and I had loaded up the vehicles late last night to lessen the workload for today. It would take several trips to get all we needed over to the house. Despite having three vehicles we still needed the one truck to move all the bigger items, mostly furniture.

Once I woke up I dragged myself downstairs to the kitchen and started to brew up a pot of coffee. Until I get my morning coffee I am utterly useless and barely able to remember my own name. I'm sure it's a habit to slowly wake up to the smell along with the sound of a brewing cup of coffee.

I hear my parents getting out of bed and one by one taking a shower. I just sat in the kitchen drinking my coffee and eating my toast with jam as I waited for my turn to have a refreshing morning shower. My mother was the first one to come down and greet me in the kitchen. We talked for what seemed to be a fair amount of time about the day that lie ahead as my father took his shower. Once my dad was out of the shower, he and my mother went outside to make sure everything was ready to go as I finally had my turn in the shower.

When I came back down the stairs I was astonished to see from the clock that it was already 7:30. My parents got into their truck which was carrying my bed and dressers. I slid into their old 2004 Ford Taurus which was now my new vehicle. I had the rest of my possessions shoved in tightly to every available spot inside the car as well as inside the trunk . Apparently I didn't own as much as I thought I did. I was sure it would take a number of trips back and forth to get everything moved in, but we managed to get it all there in just one trip. I was really looking forward to moving back to my old neighborhood again.

I was partially moving back into the same house! I say partially, since my parents and I had lived in a duplex when I was kid and now I was moving back into that same duplex, albeit on the opposite side. The man who had lived there at the same time as my family used to scare me. I always seemed to cross the invisible line separating our individual lawns and he would always yell at me if I was playing on what he believed to be his half of the yard. As I got older I thought it was probably just my own perspective as a little kid that had made him seem so scary and angry. My parents would always describe him as being closed-in and antisocial, like a hermit.

My parents and I were the first to arrive at the house. We unloaded the truck so it could go on to make the next trip to pick up my roommate's furniture, as the cars were being unloaded. It wasn't long after my parents and I arrived that the others started to appear. Samantha was the next to arrive, even though she lived the furthest away. Jacob and his parents arrived within ten minutes of Samantha. We all stood around talking for a few minutes to determine what should be done first.

My father, along with Samantha's father, went off in the truck to pick up the next load of furniture. Samantha joined our mothers in directing the rest of us as to where everything should go. Neither Jacob nor I cared very much where anything really went, we just wanted to get everything in as quietly as possible so we could move on to our next task of unpacking and putting everything together. The problem was, the girls couldn't decide on where anything should go. At the end of the day the furniture had been into every position possible at least three times before it was all settled into a spot that was unanimously agreed upon.

Unfortunately we still needed to place all the kitchen items inside the cupboards, refill all our bedroom dressers and set up the washroom with all our toiletries. Our parents stayed long enough to join us for dinner and then left shortly before eight o'clock. The three of us were exhausted and didn't stay up much longer. I passed out in my new room with several unpacked boxes scattered along the floor. That would be a job for me to deal with in the morning when I had more energy.